hello? hello? anybody there?

Is this blog dead? Are all blogs dead? I don't know. Whether or not this blog can come back to life is a big - Big - BIG question. We have decided, however, that if this little thing/family history is going to happen - it's my responsibility. As much as I want to blame the Rosscat for its demise - it's really just my fault.

So I'm hopeful. I mean the first post is always the most difficult and then it just gets easier and easier and more routine. But I do think it doesn't make any sense to try and backdate and "catch-up." I mean that's what instagram is for. Right? Right?

I have also decided that blogging is so uncool that it's now cool again to do it. I'm an original P-town hipster. I'm going to start the P-town wave.

But because every post needs a picture - here's this one:

We've got Henry practicing. I mean if he is going to be a big brother (which he is - otherwise my belly is just a bowl full of jelly that sometimes moves independently based on internal kicking forces) he needs to learn the art of the swaddle.